“There is no need of our boring Mr. Cartel with our family rows,” she said, sweetly. “I have no intention of going anywhere with you. I’ve decided upon a stage career, and I’m rehearsing with Mr. Cartel now.”
The manager stifled a smile.
“You’re not of age, young woman, and you can be made to do things!” said Wally.
“Take it to law, you mean? Jail and all that? Public announcement that you and Max can’t manage me? Stupid, Wally, very stupid.”
“You’re not through with your education. It will be time enough to decide on a career when you finish school.”
“I have finished school. That I am determined upon. You may as well face it, Wally. I am on the stage, and I intend to stay on it.”
“Look here, Bryce, take a word of advice from me. I meet this every day. Girls get this germ, and my experience is that it’s better to let the disease run its course. If you force her to go back to school, she has a grievance for life. If she goes back of her own accord, she’s cured.”
“It’s ridiculous! We’d be the laughing stock of the town!”
“Oh, no; it happens in the best families. Believe me, it is not such bad training for young women who have never been disciplined—like your daughter. She’ll get it, in this business. She’ll learn to obey orders and to respect authority.”
“But she’s struck on herself now, and if she goes on the stage——”